Memories.

The tick of the clock rang clear in my head,

as I started to ponder scenes that passed.

Memories of hate and tears that were shed,

that have yet been able to be grasped.

They began to slip and fall through my fingers,

like rain drops falling from the darkened skies.

Trying to catch the lost dream that lingers,

I began to fall into the clouded fog of lies.

Come back to me, the memories cry out,

clawing their slow way back into my heart.

They start to quickly plant their seeds of doubt,

in hopes of growing and to never depart.

Just then a faint light appeared up ahead,

a small glimmer of hope in the sadness.

As I turned from despair the demons fled,

to the light I ran, leaving the darkness.

I had once found my worth in the bleak past

but the promise of the future surpassed.